No Warrior

He washes a plate and a frying pan
he washes a fork and knife
he washes his face, he washes his hands
and settles down for the night
trying to get his head around
the bad news of the day
mind blown by the numbers
of people who need him to pray
and how with a snap of God’s fingers
so many things are shattered
and for each of us at a given time
there is just one life that matters.

He never felt like a warrior
not qualified for the task
but they must really need it
or they wouldn’t ask
So as he lays him down to sleep
he prays the Lord their souls to keep
it may seem too simple
but it’s the bottom line
I’ll pray for yours
you can pray for mine

Prayer

God won’t give you
more than you can handle
but the devil plays
by different rules.
Too much good
or too much bad
can make you act a fool.

So you have to pray
for guidance, for
some light to see you through.
And remember when
you make it,
it was God, not you.

Admission

I don’t want a lot
more than I want
but I don’t think much
about either
until a choice
presents itself
requiring a believer

avoiding pursuit
avoiding retreat
avoiding resistance
avoiding defeat
if simple peace
is your heart’s desire
God may keep you
from the fire
unless something
more important comes

which has to be beaten
which has to be won
and struggle becomes
your true admission
into the heart
of the human condition
and peace is acceptance
of whatever fate
leads you to
the Garden’s gate

Keep Holding On

In a state of disrepair
might be easier to demolish
but a nail here, a nail there
a little spit and polish
won’t ever be as good as new
but better than being gone
when it’s all you know to do
keep holding on, hold on
In a state of disbelief
is this really real
a little comedy relief
might help the way I feel
a song bird at the feeder
or a rabbit on the lawn
when it’s all you know to do
keep holding on, hold on
Hold on to the beauty
hold on to the love
hold on to your faith
that there’s a God above
hold on
Is it cowardice or just wisdom
advertised to come with age
that has us pouring water on
the fires that feed our rage
and relying on the process
of karma to get it done
when it’s all you know to do
keep holding on, hold on
It might be your nature
to lower your head and swing
it might be your nature
to hold it high and sing
either choice is valid
if it gets you to the dawn
if it’s all you know to do
keep holding on, hold on
Hold on to the beauty
hold on to the love
hold on to your faith
that there’s a God above
hold on

Spot On

The hole in my sock
made a red spot on my toe
I don’t think it will be fatal
but you never know
We learn with age most anything
could be the lethal blow
spectacular or stupid
only God knows how we’ll go

Walking Wounded

So, you have been
around the block
been shot down
took some knocks
now your gun
is not for hire
you just want to stay
out of the line of fire

when you’re not able
to help yourself
how you gonna help
somebody else
trying to keep out
of the wind
to keep from getting
blown down again

But you’re walking wounded
because you can’t help but try
you’re walking wounded
because you can’t
because you won’t
just lay down and die

Survivor Strong

The lost sheep
and innocent victims
have their answers now
they have the joy we
now remember only
vaguely and wonder
if we’ll know again

We walk the tightrope daily
sometimes we fall
things we don’t want to do
things no one should have to do
we share the pain of strangers
not because we have been there
though sometimes we have
but because we can
imagine being there

We all go there eventually
it’s common humanity
and a feeling we wouldn’t wish
on anybody becomes
a feeling we strive not to cause
it’s common decency

And the angels we wish
were still people make us better
and stronger if against our wills
the only way to repay the debt
that is our memories